The Memphis appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1886-1890, 1887-08-21
ortunate individual, "the Widows

morey is the attraction"
"Oi course it isl You don't think
any woman would admire his looks,
do your" retorted Maitland, squar-
ing his broad shoulders aud arrang-
ing the gardenia in his button hole.
Women are always mercenary," he
added, with sigh.
He had only a couple of hundred a
year and his pay. A good mat l.
monial venture would have set him
firmly on financial feet again, tor it
would have enabled him to bid de-
fauce to a certain Jew money lender
who held more Of his paper than
he cared to think of. Besides, he
really admired Mrs. Somers, aud it
enraged him to see her show this
arked preference for Brandon.
That morning both ladies had
hoped to secure him for an hours
chat; it was unfortunate that the
hope of both should be fulfilled and
yet baffled.
Minna wished to have him all to
herself; it was really most provoking
that Clementina's wishes FLASHED
with hers.
Are you going to Mrs. Eaton's
this afternoon2 asked the latter, in
the soft lisping tones her friends
stigmatized as "absurdly affected"
but which many people thought
charming.
"Yes-that is ifyou aud Mrs, Des-
mond will be there, replied the
gallant little man, promptly
Mr.. Somerss blue eyes clouded.
This was mol at all what she wanted.
Minnas face brig htened; evidently
Brandon did not care mucn tor dear
Clementinas society.
Yes, | shall certainly 60" she
said, shedding her brightest smile on
Fritz. II thought, Ulementina, you
meant to drive out to Richmond to
call on old Lady Merryweather, she
added sweetly, at the same time dart
ing q hali-dehant glance across at
Clementina.
"To Richmond" echoed the other,
arcbing her delicate eyebrows; the
dust would be simply inColerable,
and old Lady Merryweather is my
AVERSION. Besides, | never like TO
miss one Of Mrs. Eaton's matinees.
You know how | dote on music"
"What fibl" thought Minna. II
don't believe she knows Rule Brit
ANNA from the Dead March in
Saul. But she made no audible
remark, and the three arranged To
meet later at Mrs. Eaton's.
Clementina had u charming little
house in Park street, and she prided
herself greatly on the artistic ar
rangement OF her rooms. Her es-
adjustment was small, but the serv-
ants we're admirably drilled aud
kent m 20 the mark By . young lads
"a cousin-who acted as sort Of
satellite or humble companion Il
the fair widow. Indeed, much Of
the credit Mrs. Somers received fol
perfect taste. both in personal and
household adornment, should have
been placed to this young lady's ac'
count.
% returning from her matutina
airing 10 the Row. Clementina wa
not in the best Of tempers, and Mar!
Grey had rather a bad time OF il
Everything was wrong; the outlet
at luncheon we're pronounced uneat
able, the claret cOrked, the flow
ers faded, aud the lap dogs condi
ton anything but what it shoul,
be.
Fortunately Mary had the com
mand OF temper proper to depend
ent and q poor relative she listene,
10 all the complaints in silence an
with eyes meekly downcast, an,
afterwards wentthrough her custom
airy duty OF dressing her patrones:
for Mrs. Somers kept no maid Mar
was more .skillul and so muc
cheaper than the ordinary run Q
Abigails without evincing a scin
tilla OF the wrath that was smolder
Ing In ner Dos1m.
But when the lady had departed
arrayed 10 full war paint aud ieath
ers, as the irreverent Miss Grey pu
it, the humble companion periorme
a sort OF pas d'extase round th
room, looked at herself in the ela,
she was very pretty, for her gra
eyes were very expressive, and hc
complexion was simply perfect
shook her fist At the lap dog, sang
snatch Of popular French chat
sonette, and finally subsidized into ii
most comfortable easy chair in d
room, and drew from her pocket
letter, which she read more tina
once.
: "Ah, my dear Cousin Clementina
, she said aloud, smiling msliciousl
, as she carefully relolded the lett,
and put it back into her pocket, "yc
are very we'll in your way, tolerab
, good looking, when en- grande tenu
/ but not clever. There's great de
more on your head than in il. VIII
you are not even clever enough to-
, Here she paused, aud a queer smi
, huttered over her rosy lips.
0 wei, well but | confess shou
{ like TO balance the social scales mo
' Justly" she unused, thoughtful
+, tracing out the pattern OF the carp
with her pretty foot. II do think
$ hard that Mesdames Somers, Dc
r mond a. Co. should have all &
d pleasure and | all tie trouble a
worry. Why shouldn't / have I
s amusemcnts too2 OF course, | c
}, always have the fun Of laughing
= my dear cousins weaknesses behi
r her back, but | have TO do il so oft
j that il pals. | really must siri
J. out something new. Let me thin
L For some minutes the young Ia
J. sank into brown study, puckeri
d her white forehead into a thought
" irown and drawing quite a netwc
5: OF designs on the carpet with
d point Of her shoe. At last a brilliI
II idea darted into her brain, and !
n started TO her feet with a cry.
l. Eureka That will do. Moth
/: could be better. All, what fun
ID have My dear Clementina, / sh
0. be able TO cry quits with you at ID
m You have made me mass many n